no O'er Crag and Torrent 



wast o' praise, you can h'oil me h'un- 

 common," for the amount of macassar Mat 

 applied when either of us made a tolerably 

 decent shot was astounding and enervating. 



On one occasion a single bird got up on 



B 's right, giving him a moderately easy 



shot, which he promptly availed himself of. 

 Mat immediately exclaimed: "By this and 

 by that, it's your honour's the beautiful 

 gunner ; troth, it's no use the crathers 

 gitting up forninst ye at all, at all, for they 

 just come down agen at wanst, quiet and 

 aisy." However, with all his blarney, Mat 

 was an honest, hard-working, decent boy. 



After a restful smoke we made a fresh 

 start, working over fresh ground and round 

 a rather high peak, which rose from the 

 farther edge of the plateau. Moll and 

 Darby were taken home, and Rake and 

 Quail were put to work ; the former 

 was rather a small and mean-looking dog, 



